Photographing Los Bitchos again after three years IS like catching up with international friends who happen to be some of the best musicians I've heard. The first time at the Empty Bottle, I knew something special was happening, but Lincoln Hall proved their extraordinary sound hadn't lost a singular technical note in three years that stretched into six.
Or seven.
Watching Serra, Agustina, Josephine, Nic, and Ryan, this international crew weave their cumbia style without saying a word, each song transporting the entire venue somewhere back into the heart of Columbia circa 1970, though I can be wrong with the place and time) Their technical skills have gotten ridiculously tight, layering sounds that somehow feel both ancient and futuristic. It's cumbia, but not really. It's surf rock, but also not. They've created their own universe where Colombian rhythms meet whatever else they feel like throwing in the mix.
No lyrics needed.
After shooting countless bands across several genres in the spectrum I photograph within, Los Bitchos have surfaced the most unique sound I've ever captured through my lens. They're not chasing trends or trying to fit into any boxes. Just being themselves, and themselves happens to be absolutely perfect. Even eight years later.